RZA, Thea Van Seijen, Crisis, Kinetic 9 - Love Is Digi Pt. II lyrics

Your love so Digi, ahh
You make me dizzy, ahh
Your love so Digi, ahh ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Heart pounding, chart bounded
God astounded, well rounded
Lost and founded, stay surrounded
By these hoes, who can't count it

Park the whip, then dismount it
Forty ounce, yeah, I down 'em
Shorties drowns in pools of love
With these ounces, I be lounging

Roof thugs chew on slugs
Maneuver through hoods and clubs

Purple kush, by the bush
Dick is curved like Nike swoosh
Push, push, in this bush
Guaranteed to make her shush

Red bone, head on tilt
Six hundred cell phone bill
Big trucks, shell toe wheels
Velcro's loose, hell hold feels

Sell no pills, sell no deals
Niggas' styles, just no frills
You best to chill
Nigga, Nigga, yea, you best to chill

Women I love 'em, leave 'em
Lust 'em, but I don't trust 'em
The reason most men be bugging
My lovin' Digi, you heard me?

Might finger fuck 'em
They suck me off in return women I love 'em
They love me back in return

I'm just a young man head smart, cock strong
Got my swag' on
Throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on

And got this fly talk
I kick that ass to the curb
You on the sidewalk
You gon' respect the dons words

Hypnotized by her hips and thighs
Beasting on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie
The H-E-Double N-E, Double S-Y
Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized

I can see the future up in her eyes
We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied
Til the son rise, I beat it up right
Then she can't deny
She heard the roosters cry

Break her ass down with some crucial lines
Nasty darts known to seduce the mind
She all up in my world
She ain't even my girl
But she knowing my world produce dollar signs

Whispered in my ear, she'll swallow mine
Like she don't do this freaky type
Of shit all the time like she was the one
Or her head was that bum
I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine